Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ridding Me of You ❯ Chapter 7: I am NEVER going to get over you ( Chapter 7 )

Author's Notes:

 

The last two chapters are titled as `trying not to obsess over you' because that is the general idea of Sakura's plan but is failing miserably in it. In part 1, despite Sakura's efforts in being mean at Naruto, she had succumbed to her feelings still and physically attached herself to Naruto more than she did Sasuke. In part 2, Sakura who normally would have pummeled Naruto for touching her intimately actually instigated more these intimate contacts.

 

DISCLAIMER:

 

I took one good look at the mirror one day and realized I do not resemble Naruto's creator at all. Up until the time I have obtained the money for plastic surgery, I would have to say that I do not own Naruto.

 

Ridding Me of You

 

Chapter 7: I am NEVER going to get over you

 

It is by no sheer coincidence that he had gotten this stress ball after that one breast incident with Sakura. For what seemed like hours after their training that day, he had been missing that soft, velvety and succulent feel of that anatomical part and its owner as he wandered around Konoha, feeling just a tad agitated.

 

Sigh. Yes, he is lying. His is not a tad agitated, nor just agitated. Rather, his emotions are comparable to that of an egg white that had been whipped and scrambled to the inch of its life until it had turned into a satisfying, peaked concoction called a meringue.

 

I guess there's really no question as to what part of him is stiff right now, correct? It's disgustingly obvious, really. As a matter of fact, when one of the many villager kids he had befriended went slamming into him—in between his legs to be more politically correct about it—the kid had the jolly good time of announcing it to the whole village

 

“Naruto-taicho! Why is there a log between your legs?!”

 

Before this incident ever had happened, he doesn't have any idea what dying of mortification is all about. But considering the magnificent, very personalized example that he had been given of this expression, he is pretty sure that not only does he understand it (to the very last letter),he is also completely certain it had been branded on him for life.

 

Never mind that though. That was yesterday and today is brand new one where he could indulge himself to the one he had promised himself to.

 

Ah, stress ball.

 

Squeeze. Squeeze.

 

This stress ball is his salvation. He could play with it. He could imagine it is you-know-who's-you-know-what. And most of all, it would control his automatic reaction to Sakura's proximity for he couldn't seem to have any power over his hands whenever she is a foot from him. Last time, he nearly jeopardized his life and his friendship with his teammate when he began undressing her without thinking over it beforehand.

 

Had he not regained his senses when he was in the middle of peeling her garments out of her body, he would have started mauling her right then and there. He wouldn't care if Sasuke's there to be an audience so long as he would just stand there and watch them play.

 

This kitsune doesn't cotton to the idea of sharing much.

 

Fortunately (or unfortunately—depending on how you see it), common sense walloped him harshly on the back of his head, making him reassess his actions. Making it look like he got her naked with the best intentions, he reached for his shirt and started to dab off the water sliding down her petite figure.

 

Heaven must have been smiling down upon him at that very moment for his deed has been immediately rewarded. Though it had seemed at first that Sakura was about to curse him to the last of his ancestors (does he have any?), she had unexpectedly did something to repay him for his kind gesture.

 

She had placed his hand over her oh-so-glorious breast. Truth to be told, there is not a single wondrous thing in his life that could have bested this. Nothing.

 

“Dobe, what's that for?”

 

Naruto snapped out of his reverie upon hearing Sasuke's arrival. When Sasuke's brow rose in question at the object on his palm, he stopped mid-squeeze and glared at him.

 

“It's just a ball,” he mumbled, tucking the said item to the pocket of his trousers. Not wanting to divest himself of the feel of the soft, round and almost-like Sakura's breast ball, he stuck his hand inside his pocket together with the aforementioned orb.

 

He would never, ever get tired of fondling it. Unless, of course, given the real thing.

 

Sasuke rolled his eyes at his reply. “I know what it is. I was asking what it is FOR.”

 

“Nothing,” he mumbled again, moving a little ways away from Sasuke-the-nosy and pesky-Uchiha. If it hadn't been for today's scheduled training, he would have definitely left by now because despite the distance he have created between himself and that teme, Sasuke still doggedly followed his tracks.

 

“Would that happen to be a new weapon?”

 

“No.”

 

“Figures.” Sasuke shrugged. “Got it to remember the incident by?”

 

Naruto choked, then, as if suddenly acquiring two left feet, he stumbled. Twirling around, he glared daggers at the Uchiha. “What are you talking about?!”

 

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Sasuke shot back wryly. Nodding at the direction past his shoulders, he continued, “Or do you want her to answer you that?”

 

“Sasuke-kun!”

 

Naruto felt his face blossomed into a cherry red color. Not wanting for Sakura to see it (lest she comes to the same conclusion as Sasuke did), he buried the ball deep into his pocket, but when he noticed that it made such an discernible bulge there, he decided to wrap his hand tightly around it. Taking it out of his pocket, he quickly folded his arms and hid it between the crevice made by his upper arm and abdomen. He did a 180-degree turn to effectively block the evidence of his guilt from her view.

 

“O-ohayo, Sakura-chan.” he nervously greeted her as she got nearer.

 

Halting a few feet away from them, she cocked her side to the side and scrutinized each of them from head to toe. Zeroing her eyes at him, she asked, “You keeping something from me?”

 

Widening his eyes for effect, he tried to look as innocent as possible. “Of course not,” he scoffed; fervently wishing that his voice would not crack like it did in his greeting.

 

Sakura momentarily thought his answer over, pursing her lips together. She shrugged a second later and proceeded on launching herself to the great Uchiha. Considering that she and Sasuke had an unwritten agreement that she may only be a foot away from him and that his place right now is an exact foot away from Sasuke, she squeezed herself to his side to get as near as possible to the teme.

 

He would have gladly scooted over, had she asked him to move before she actually went and squashed herself to him. But since she didn't and because she had surprised him by literally bodily dislodging himself from his position, he hadn't been able to tighten his grip on the ball that got wedged between his and Sakura's body. As what you might have already guessed, the ball got compressed so much that it popped out his hand and bounced noisily on the bridge's surface.

 

Oh God.

 

“What is that?”

 

Naruto inwardly cringed when Sakura whirled around and followed the ball with her eyes.

 

“What in the world is the ball for Naruto?”

Not wanting to answer her, he dashed to where the ball had gone off to. When he finally caught up with it (with Sakura and Sasuke following just millimeters behind him), he swiftly shoved it into his pocket again.

 

“What is it for?” Sakura inquired, examining the pocket he had hidden the ball in as if she could look through the fabric and peruse the ball from where it is. “Isn't that like a squee—“

 

Sakura swallowed the rest of what she was planning to say, appearing as though she had just ingested something foul. To complete the effect, her face suddenly acquired a tinge of red as she produced a few hacking sounds at the back of her throat.

 

“Yep, a squeeze ball,” Sasuke confirmed, a devilish grin on his face. If it hadn't been so unreasonable to do so, Naruto would have gladly socked the Uchiha right then and there.

 

“I am under severe stress,” he muttered darkly, trying to convince even himself of that lie.

 

Severe stress my ass.